I looked up at him slightly, feeling nothing—no emotion, no expectation.
Marielle frowned and shot Julian a glare. “Julian, is that how you talk to your sister?”
She then turned to me with a gentle smile, beckoning. “Aria, don’t mind your brother. Come have dinner.”
I shook my head, my voice flat and cool. “No need. You all go ahead.”
I had no appetite to face this family. No matter how warm their smiles appeared, they only struck me as painfully ironic.
Marielle’s smile stiffened, but she still said, “You can’t skip dinner. It’s bad for your stomach. At least eat a little.”
My gaze swept across the table, tinged with a trace of biting irony. I said coldly, “Sorry, but I’m not used to eating leftovers.”
The moment the words left my mouth, the air around the table froze. Marielle’s s
